Never Was

These sinewy fingers–
Too crass and callous;

I’d stain your yellow
With my lowly blue.

In ugly spheres
Of Greenest Envy,

I would steal me,
Away from you.

I could never settle
In the snow-globe blizzards
That your love would spring.

So I shed my sweater for
The sweltering summer,
Wondering what might’ve been.